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Liz and I got up early and decided to walk to Majorda, 2.5km away.

Where we’re staying is definitely very up market, huge residential and holiday homes, painted in an array of bright colours. As we got nearer to Majorda it was clear that it was a little bit more of a holiday resort, lots of signs for guest houses and apartments.

The beach had more shacks than ours.

It was a nice leg stretch and we came back via the beach, enjoying the early morning sand and the warm sea.

I got some great video of the sandpipers. Their skinny little legs scuttling along always make me smile.

It’s definitely getting hotter and more humid by the day. I was a sweaty mess at the end of our walk. Liz just glowed and perspired a little.

We all walked to Anjona Cafe for breakfast. It wasn’t as nice as the reviews suggested. Liz was particularly disappointed in the avocado toast drizzled with honey.

Today was a pool day, lovely and peaceful.

At 4pm the cleaner came. He has a doppelganger from Fantasy Island.

We left him to it and set off by taxi to Colva Market.

Perfect, just what we’re looking for. Hurry.. It closes at 8.30pm.

Well.. Colva.. Where to start. We instantly disliked it. We asked the taxi driver where the market was as he dropped us off. This is Colva Market he said.

Convinced that we weren’t in the right place we asked others.. Yep… This tacky row of shops all selling poor quality items was Colva Market.

We found the proprietors very pushy and quite intimidating.They weren’t at all like the people we’ve met elsewhere. They even looked different.

Our plan was to settle Kevin with his laptop, some headphones and a beer in a nice cafe bar while we 3 ladies shopped. Liz suggested a fidget spinner too, but we couldn’t find one.

Correctly sensing there was nowhere nice to sit Kevin joined the ladies fruitless shopping. The only things of interest were the many cashew nut shops.

We gave up and walked to the beach to find somewhere nice for dinner.

We’ve been used to the beautiful beach evening set ups in the rest of the towns we’ve stayed in

A few tables had blue plastic table cloths, others were bare and would have ripped your clothes to shreds.

We did sit at one with plastic and got a menu. We all needed a drink. At double what we’ve been paying we got up and left. There’s no way the locals pay those prices and it is mostly locals there.

The beach guy next to us with manky rough tables seized his moment but we politely declined and made a swift exit from the beach and made do with the only bar that didn’t look too dreadful.

We had a bit of banter with the waiter and had him smiling by the time we left.

Quick, into a taxi, a hasty retreat! I realised afterwards that I didn’t get the garlic ginger paste I wanted, and Liz didn’t get her Honeybee brandy. We asked the driver to drop us at a bottle shop.

They tried to sell her a different brand, after much pontifcating she changed it for Honey Bee, then decided to buy 2 bottles.

As we were in a taxi we decided to continue on to Majorda, the small town Liz & I saw on our walk. The Pentagon restaurant had looked nice, so he dropped us there.

It was lovely and we sat in the garden area. There was a live singer. Kevin and I bet that he would sing Heavens Door. Sure enough we were soon singing Knock knock knocking on Kevin’s door. Not loudly, it wasn’t that type of clientele.

In fact the whole playlist was almost identical to all the other singers we’ve seen. We enjoyed the Boney M medley, the usual ABBA, Bruce Springsteen, Elton John, a bit of Queen. His rendition of my favourite, Careless Whisper was very good.

Great food, great staff, apart from when they wandered past with huge crabs in each hand, we had a lovely evening.

A taxi back and the 4 story stairway to our apartment.

Liz was at the back, liquid was pouring out of her carrier bag.. My first thought was that it was very watery for curry as she’d brought back her leftovers.

It was Honey Bee. It was everywhere. Kevin helped her to clear it up. No idea why but it was hilarious.

Oh how we laughed.

No snacks, no cards. Too much hilarity, time for bed.